Author Archives: Ezekiel Tyrus

Mar 17

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Surely, my female friends would argue this is not fair. That it ought to be RBF for everybody or Urban Scowl for both genders.

And my more ‘Snowflake-y’ friends would get upset assuming RBF is sexist and the other phrase must be racist because it has the word ‘urban’ in it.

Often referred to as the Urban Scowl because it’s easy to develop one living in big cities in The United States where you don’t want to be bothered by aggressive panhandlers and or potential muggers so you simply adopt a tough looking face hoping others will leave you alone. Eventually, it sticks.

No spring chicken, am I.

At 45, there’s been no election uglier in my lifetime than 2016. It felt like everybody was at each other’s throat.

I no longer discuss politics with anybody. Not because I no longer have opinions but because I’m tired of friendships and relationships and even careers ruined because of somebody’s difference of opinion. Thought Crime is no longer science-fiction, Mr. Orwell. It’s a real thing and both sides are enforcing it.

When listening to the most outspoken Liberals and the most outspoken Conservatives is like listening to schizophrenics. They will vacillate between insightful clarity and moments of pure insanity. Try explaining to either one when they’re wrong about a particular issue. It’s never pretty.

In January, I arrived to San Buenas overweight, stressed-out, carrying the ugliest Resting Bitch Face\Urban Scowl you’ve ever seen, and felt genuinely exasperated with The United States and concerned for its future.

If you are not a little concerned, you are not paying attention.

In San Buenas for over a month and the permanent scowl has disappeared. I sleep soundly every night. It’s harder to scowl when feeling so well-rested and everybody I walk pass in San Buenas smiles and waves. If you meet another North American expatriate, they’ll get so excited, welcoming you with personal invites to dinners and field trips.

The natural rural beauty of this village will cause you to slow down, walk outside and reflect. You will observe clouds floating atop mountains while you float in a swimming pool. Or as you explore outside loving nature, your body will sweat, your natural cooling off process. The local food is high protein, low fat. In other words, through nature walks and quality food, you will lose weight with little effort. Bonus, too, for seafood lovers which Costa Rica excels.

Recently, I swam in the Pacific Ocean at around 4:30 pm and watched a pair of toucans fly along the shore, the setting sun reflecting their multi-colored wing span. The person I was with, another American and former city dweller, could not believe his eyes, as we both bobbed in the water in meditative silence. Only now do I realize how much healing we both needed.

Having a group chat online with several friends back in The States this morning, one volunteered that he is currently taking Zoloft. Another added that he took Xanax. The joker of our crowd said, “I’m old school. I still take Lithium.”

Me? I replied to all, “I take San Buenas. I sleep well every night. I eat well. I look the best I’ve looked in years. I smile all the time and make friends wherever I go. This place may be God’s antidepressant. Everybody should get a prescription.”

Sitting on a bench in front of Cafe’ Rey Market, and thinking this has the flavor of a general store in the Old American South, or even Old Florida.

Incredibly hot and the road is dirt. Chickens walk by freely. Down the street you can hear cows mooing.

And dogs, dogs everywhere. You assume they’re strays but the country folk of Costa Rica have a hands-off, lots of freedom attitude towards their canines.

They allow them to wander without collars to go explore the entire village with the faith they’ll eventually come home, and seemingly, they always do.

Each if fat, happy and curious, enjoying the freedom of strays with the bounty of food and affection of being beloved pets.

When a dog struts by Cae’ Rey Market, I will stick out my hand to pet the happy little creatures and one of the local Ticos will say, “That’s Eduardo,” or “That’s Paco,” or “That’s Tito,” …

None are strays but rather beloved pets known and respected by the locals like little citizens. Can you imagine?

Never got close enough to pet a chicken.

Geraldo is the owner. There everyday, often outside in a rocking chair holding court among several Ticos. His son Abel and daughter Arlen are usually inside running the store. All good people whom I’ve grown to adore as they giggle at my broken Spanish and are so quick to introduce me to whatever local is standing around or inside the store.

I’ve gotten to know most of the village through them, and everybody here knows everybody. There are no strangers and few people simply walk past the market or drive by.

Most everybody stops to say hi, if bicycling or walking by, they usually stop to talk for about 15 minutes. If driving, they’ll roll down the window and shout pleasantries for about 5 minutes.

Yesterday, an old Ford F-150 pickup truck from the early 90s rolled by. The bed was filled with scrap metal and the truck was rather beat-up and missing paint, acned with rust stains.

Three guys came out from the front, each muscular in jeans and t-shirts well-worn, nearly threadbare and wearing black work boots that’ll outlive everybody. They swaggered and radiated a steely-eyed working-class toughness. If they were white dudes in America, we’d call them rednecks.

When they saw me sitting on the bench by the front door, every single one of them stuck out their hand, greeted me warmly and said, “Pura vida.”

They came outside afterwards and sat next to me on the bench drinking orange soda and eating ceviche in small green containers. Through my broken Spanish, I learned these gentlemen were from the larger and edgier community of Palmer Norte, and they were just as curious about me as I was them. Asking me if I had ever been to places like Miami, Los Angeles and New York City.

At break’s end, they threw their stuff in the trash, smiled as they waved me adios and, wished me ‘Pura vida.”

The market generally has most of the stuff I need.

Sometimes they feature homemade ceviche with the right amount of spica and tang. A dish I could eat with every meal 3 times a day every day for the rest of my life. I’ve been told Arlen makes the ceviche. It’s great and they run out of it quickly.

However, the best part of Cafe’ Rey Market?

It’s fun.

The family that owns it, that’s there daily, are laid back and fun.
The locals sitting outside on benches and chairs are having fun, laughter the most common sound.

Men, women, kids and the elderly come and hang out at various times, greet one another with familiar smiles and laughter.

They gossip, poke fun, and wave, always, without fail, they wave when somebody walks by.

Cafe’ Rey Market, the cultural hub of Downtown San Buenas, where everybody knows your name and they call me Ezequiel.

A few times a week, I go there to buy a few groceries, plus a drink, some juice or ice tea, and if available, Arlen’s homemade ceviche.

Then, I park it outside on the bench, drink my drink, eat my seafood and soak up the atmosphere the way you would a favorite bar, and always leave happier than I arrived.

Feb 16

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Naively, I thought 3 months in Costa Rica would be like Hemingway’s ‘A Movable Feast’ or like any of the Beat Generation writers living in Mexico City or Morocco. Instead it was like ‘Walden’ by Henry David Thoreau.

I’ve spent an incredible amount of time alone in communication with nature. Often I awake at sunrise or moments before, and always, without fail, I make sure I am outside during sunset.

I’ve never been an outdoorsy person and yet I love Costa Rica’s countryside. Everything is so beautiful here, the mountains, the jungles and the sky, sometimes I swear when I look up, the clouds are perfect, perfect sizes and perfect shapes, during the day when they’re white and puffy and at sunset when they reflect gold and pink.

Strangely, I grew up in Florida drinking orange juice and ice tea and yet, the best ice tea and orange juice I’ve ever had is in Costa Rica. Their milk shakes are great, too as is their ice cream. Coffee here is potent and delicious and their chocolate rivals the best in the world.

Like the quest of the Transcendentalist, I’ve ‘found myself’ in this beauty and solitude. I’m happy, and see my life with a newfound clarity. I’ve accepted every aspect of my past, happy with my present and have renewed enthusiasm for my future.

While here, I’ve meditated, I’ve prayed and I’ve written a novel. I’ve also lost weight and genuinely look the best I’ve looked in years.

Life is transformative in Las Villas de San Buenas de Osa and whatever it is that you are seeking, you will find in its natural beauty and pace of life. And I want you to come here and have the same experiences I have in regards to ‘finding yourself’ and being one with the world around you. (If that’s what you’re seeking.) (You can come here if you simply want to relax and have good time, too.)

However, there’s something I’ve lacked down here that I don’t want anyone to suffer from. Lack of companionship. All this beauty would be enhanced if I was here with somebody I love.

Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had a great time here and have enjoyed my solitude but there have been so many moments that would’ve romantic with the right company.

A few nights ago, we had a full moon that hung over the villa, just a few clouds in the sky, even the dark, stone-filled dirt roads that are generally black as midnight by 7, were now illuminated by grey light bright enough to not use my flashlight, a necessity in a part of the country where there are very few street lights and the jungle’s protected by the government.

It felt like I was walking through a black & white movie. You can see everything clearly but it’s all dark and grey.

Walking into the beautiful night I thought first of Erskine Caldwell who once wrote, “At night, I saw how beautiful the day could never be,” and I thought about love.

I would’ve done anything to share that night with somebody I love.

To share the sunsets, the sunrise, the perfect clouds, the coffee, the chocolate, the food, the nearby beaches, the waterfall, and the multiple swimming pools here in the villas, with somebody you love, would make my here as romantic as it would be perfect.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy and think this time here has been exactly what the doctor ordered and I know you can have the same great, enriched, transformative experience that I have.

However, you can do one better than me by simply bringing somebody with you whom you love. And loves you back. Be it a spouse or a lover.

Come here alone, -I’m having a great time, or bring somebody you love and hold hands while walking during the full moon and pretend you’re in a black and white movie and kiss. Lay in the fresh cut fields pointing out which cloud is most perfect, admire the other’s skin when the sun sets, and open the bedroom windows, pull the curtains aside and snuggle when the sun rises.

My name is Ezekiel Tyrus. I am the gatekeeper to paradise. Contact me. Come down here. You’ll have an amazing time. Bring somebody you love and make it romantic.

Jan 16

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Two of my favorite persons since coming to Costa Rica are Francisco, ‘Fran’ and Oscar. These two dudes work as the groundskeepers of Paradise, also known as Las Villas de San Buenas de Osa.

When you visit this place you’ll be struck how lush, green and beautiful the property is here with a well-trimmed yard and great trees. No trash, nor debris. Every morning Monday through Friday, these two arrive around day-break and get to work. Often, I’m up stargazing, admiring the Costa Rican sunrises, and whenever they see me, they always greet me a smiling “Buenos dias.’

Usually I end up brewing some coffee, always more than I need, inviting them inside whatever place I’m staying at for a cup, an offer they always accept.

Frequently when I eat at a restaurant, step into an office, a retail store or even watch network news, I think I can tell whether the co-workers get along. Can’t you?

Fran and Oscar aren’t related, I’ve asked but they might as well be family. Watching them work together is a pleasure because it’s clear they are very good friends who get along exceptionally well. They don’t speak a lot of English and my Spanish isn’t as good as it should be but the two are always talking and laughing, seemingly enjoying their work and they do a great job. The yards are beautiful and they always seem happy and in a good mood.

Fran is the older one and at 58 he’s in better physical shape than most men half his age. He took me and regularly takes other tourists on tours through the mountainside jungle to admire waterfalls, the whole time he’s leading the way cutting a path with a machete like a whip, his loyal dog Tito strutting behind him.

Some American gringo tourists recently nicknamed him the Latin Indiana Jones and it definitely fits right down to the hat he usually wears. Like that character, he is a ruggedly handsome guy, with his silver trimmed mustache like an Old School movie star in his winter years.

Oscar is the younger, probably in his late 30s, early 40s, I’ve never asked. He’s been known to take people on tours as well to see monkey’s that also live and howl nearby. An exceptional nice, friendly guy who also always seems to be smiling and laughing. Months ago, the water pump in the property broke, it has since gotten fixed but there was Oscar dropping off several gallons of bottled water for me. (Water got fixed before I used it all but it showed how much these guys cared.)

Fran is a neighbor and lives nearby with his wife but Oscar lives further away but not too far. Both men have arrived at night and on days off when I’ve needed something fixed or help for something or other.

Another reasons to adore these guys is the fact that both are dog lovers. They always arrive with several dogs in tow who have the time of their lives while their daddies work; running around the property, knocking each other over, playing, eating lunch with their daddies, napping in the shade.

Sometimes if I have my door open, the dogs come and hang out with me while I write. I love them. They each have several dogs but just like whenever you’ve got a smattering of dogs, there’s always a dominant one, both Fran and Oscar have an Alpha Dog.

Fran’s is a funny, silly, warm-hearted little brown boy scamp named Tito and Oscar’s is beautiful brown Labrador-sized older momma-queen dog named Monica. The other dogs, Milo and Kaiser are sweet and nice but definitely live to follow Tito and Monica who get along as well as Fran and Oscar do.

I’ve said this before and I will say it again, the happiest dogs in the world are in Costa RIca and Tito, Monica, Kaiser and Milo are no exception.

Staying at Las Villas de San Buenas de Osa is a community. It’s life, it’s happiness. I consider Fran and Oscar my friends. Their dogs never fail to make me smile. These men work on the property all year long, keeping it beautiful and bring life and community of what could somewhere else be just a job.

I am Ezekiel Tyrus, the gatekeeper of Paradise. Come see me, and while here, meet the guys that keep Paradise so beautiful and full of life.
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Jan 16

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Walking distance from Las Villas de San Buenas de Osa is a wonderful restaurant called El Jardin. It’s a seafood restaurant but it doesn’t just have seafood. Seafood is simply their specialty and their seafood is rather outstanding.

Their cerviche is to die-for. (Cerviche is a Latin American dish is typically made from fresh raw fish cured in citrus juices, such as lemon or lime, and spiced with chili peppers and

other seasonings, such as chopped onions, salt, and cilantro.) The ones I’ve had at El Jardin’s is some of the best I’ve had in Costa Rica.

However, I want to focus on my two favorite dishes at this restaurant;

Casado a la Campesina, translates to Casado Country Style. Casado is a Costa Rican meal using rice, black beans, plantains, salad, a tortilla, and an optional entrée that may include chicken, beef, pork, fish and so on Casado a la Campesina is typically served as a brunch or breakfast, incl. eggs over medium and fired cheese (queso frito.) Though I’m not a vegetarian I typically get this without meat because quite frankly, it’s enough food. You also get a small salad on the side with cabbage, lettuce and a pico de gallo top of topping with diced tomatoes, peppers, and cilantro and other seasonings. A lot of flavors are coexisting and it’s heavenly, not to mention high-protein, low-fat.

A very close second favorite, and I typically get this when I get there later in the day, is Arroz con Camarones, a classic Latin American dish consisting of rice cooked in a shrimp broth and mixed with shrimp, sautéed onions, peppers, tomatoes, garlic, cumin, achiote and parsley.

At El Jardin, his Arroz con Camarones includes the same small side salad and believe it or not, thin, crispy french fries. You can get this dish ‘medios’ which is a half-order but still plenty, or ‘enteros’ which is a full order. The food is so good and inexpensive, you almost always get the full order. Both dishes come out to about 4 to 6 U.S. dollars. (Keep in mind, I’ve spent the last 20 years living in San Francisco where depending on the what size you got, these meals would go for between 16 to 20 bucks.)

Frederico is the owner and main chef. Friendly, cheerful and bilingual, speaking perfect English which is convenient. A family affair, often his wife and son are also there serving food, taking orders, always cheerful, smiling, happy to see you. El Jardin is always neat and clean, you can eat outside on the patio or inside where the decor is cute with lots of vibrant colors.

One of the numerous benefits of El Jardin is the free WiFi, I’ve done a lot of writing at this place and have enjoyed their strong, tasty Costa Rican coffee but on the subjects of drinks, I’ve got to mention Batidos en Leche, which is essentially, a Latin American milk shake. While it does come in vanilla and chocolate, it also has exotic fruit flavors like melon, mango, papaya, and my all-time favorite, pineapple. Oh, when it is hot outside and you’re sweating till your clothes are stuck to your body, there’s nothing in this world better than a pineapple flavored batidos en leche at El jardin’s. Try all the flavors and decide which is favorite.

While staying at Las Villas de San Buenas de Osa, it’s good to know such a great restaurant is literally around the corner, walking distance from where you’ll be staying. Come see Frederico at El Jardin and try everything, I recommend it all, then decide which are your favorites.

My name is Ezekiel Tyrus. I am the gatekeeper of Paradise. Contact me.

Jan 16

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The Spanish word for smile is sonrisa, a word I love because it reminds me of sunrise, an incredible metaphor for both.

Is a smile like a sunrise or is a sunrise like a smile? (That’s a simile, I know.) (A word I also love because it looks similar to smile.)

I awoke a few mornings ago at 4:30 and stepped outside. Imagine what the sky must look like on another planet. Closest to Earth, along the mountains there’s bright light, atop that is a prism of blue in varying shades, from soft to dark, dark blue-black.

Again, like during the Costa Rican sunsets, the colors embrace and absorb you. Looking up, a single twinkled above me. It appeared to be floating and winking above my head like an incandescent flying spaceship.

Turning my head, a 3-quarters moon sat big and within reach, appearing more like an oddly-shaped neighboring planet.

No wonder primitive persons thought they could see bodies of water on the moon, giving them romantic names like, Sea of Tranquility.

Standing in the field in Las Villas de San Buenas de Osa, time has a way of slowing down. You’re out in the country, the sticks, the boonies, but you’re inside this incredible prism of light under a staggering star and a lifelike moon, and you genuinely feel like you’re living under the sky of another galaxy, standing on the field of another universe.

I stood outside and watched the day arrive, the prism of colors evaporating into a single sky-blue and I’m so grateful that I had the experience of what life on another planet would be like.

Dear Reader, this experience belongs to you. Imagine a sunrise so beautiful, it makes you believe you’re on another planet. You deserve that experience. Let’s make it happen. All you’ve got to do is come to Costa Rica, stay at Villas de San Buenas de Osa and wake up early or stay up all night. Let’s make it happen.

My name is Ezekiel Tyrus. I am the gatekeeper to paradise. Contact me.

Dec 15

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“I awake every day, jump out of bed to view the mountainside and sigh. It’s so beautiful.”

“Been house sitting a large two-story house with a pool and jacuzzi high up a steep mountain with nothing but rocky dirt roads.”

“Today being Sunday in a Catholic country that takes its Sabbath seriously, meaning nobody works and few businesses are open.”

“Therefore, with no yardmen or pool guys coming, I said why not, -went swimming sans bathing suit that AM, stayed naked in the sun the rest of the day till around 4:30 PM when I observed storm clouds coming from behind the mountain. They arrived shortly thereafter and proceeded to fall allover paradise for about an hour or so.”

“After showering, putting on shorts and a t-shirt, I sipped coffee and scribbled in my journal from the second story balcony watching the storm as it crept out to the Pacific Ocean where the storm now resides. Too far to hear the thunder but every now and again, a lightening bolt will appear beautiful and crooked, illuminating the horizon, and that’s what I’m experiencing right now as I drop these words, 12/13/2015 – 8pm.”

This is an actual journal entry I wrote while house-sitting the mountain dream house earlier this month here at Las Villas de San Buenas de Osa.

My dear Reader, you understand this experience belongs to you. You may come here alone, with a significant other, or with your family, but you get the idea of the sort of privacy you can enjoy with the luxury to do whatever you desire.

Because Costa RIca is a nature-lovers paradise, from this view you get a mountainous jungle, a valley and a clear vision of the Pacific Ocean.

I swear on my life, watching the nighttime storm in the Pacific Ocean from a dry mountainside second story balcony, was more thrilling than any concert light-show I’ve ever seen. It was the perfect way to encapsulate one of the best and most relaxing days of my life.

Dear Reader, this experience belongs you. Let’s make it happen. This time nest year, it’s yours. Please, you deserve it. Reward yourself, experience it, then carry it with you always. My name is Ezekiel Tyrus. I’m the gatekeeper to paradise. Contact me.

Dec 15

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I am house-sitting where you belong. This place belongs to you, dear Reader.

Do you understand? I’m merely the gatekeeper, the house-sitter of YOUR paradise and I’m in bliss.

Again, I repeat. It is Christmas Eve in Costa Rica and I’m in bliss. And this experience, belongs to you.

Made some lemon ice tea last night. It’s some of the best I’ve ever had and I’m originally from Florida so I know my lemon ice tea.

It’s sunny. I’m hanging by the swimming pool, got the house open, the windows, the doors, and have the TV on the classic MTV channel playing music from the 1980s, my generation. the good songs and the bad, which are good now, too, if only for nostalgia’s sake.

It’s hot, very hot and the sun is baking but I’m wearing suntan lotion and there’s a breeze coming through the trees from over the mountains. Whenever I get too sweaty, I jump into the pool, always the right amount of chill, refreshing, invigorating.

I’m reading Hemingway’s A Movable Feast, though I’ve read it before, I often reread books I love to rediscover certain gems you may have missed the first time:

“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be the happiest.”

-Great line, Hemingway and though I know you were writing about Paris in the 1920s, the same is true about Costa Rica today.

You may want to read another book or listen to another music channel but this experience belongs to you, you deserve i
t, let’s make it happen.

I’m happy here and this morning I had a moment walking into the sunny, spacious backyard where I had to stop, stretch my arms towards the sky and shout, “I’M IN COSTA RICA!!”

Come to Villas de San Buenas de Osa. This place is beautiful and magical. The land gets inside your soul and changes you in a positive way.

With all this beauty and happiness happening in the daytime, I don’t know how I will contain myself at 4:30 when the sun sets turning the earth and the sky into pink and gold, my favorite time of day in San Buenas.

Regardless how giddy or silly I’ll be, surely you’ll see me back in the same spacious backyard taking pictures of the sunset like I have every evening since coming down to Costa Rica a little over a month ago.

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Dec 15

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Ezekiel Tyrus is the newest member of the Las Villas de San Buenas team. ‘Zeke’ is our new onsite property manager and will meet you when you come to rent one of our homes during check-in, and/or when you come to look at purchasing an affordable Costa Rican lot or home. Because of this, we like to refer to him as “The Gatekeeper to Paradise”.

Although he has only been here a month, and is still learning the area, he has quickly learned his way around the region and can offer some great advice. Zeke quickly fell in love with Costa Rica and has invited everybody down here for a visit.

Ezekiel Tyrus, The Gatekeeper to Paradise, is our newest team member here at Las Villas de San Buenas

Living in Costa Rica, Zeke says, “I awake every morning after a good night’s sleep with an urge to write, to draw, to paint, to create some sort of art because the world here is art. I always make sure I am outside at 4:30 when the sunsets happen. It’s a type of otherworldly beauty that feeds my soul. And I want to share it. Please contact me for more information at zeke@villassanbuenas.com.”

Further he adds. “I can provide you excellent value on any of these rental properties. Call me, so we can immerse ourselves in the beauty that is Costa Rica.”

Ezekiel Tyrus is an award-winning published author in the USA and during his down time here in Las Villas de San Buenas he is working on his next great novel. His byline includes short stories, plays and a novel with a cult-following.

Dec 15

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I’m not discrediting the Northern Lights. If you are like me, seeing the Aurora Borealis, a collisions between gaseous particles in the Earth’s atmosphere, is on your Bucket List.

However, I don’t believe the Northern Lights will have anything on the sunsets of Costa Rica.

There are 5 specific reasons why I feel this way, the first 3 are practical, the other 2 are special like Costa Rica itself.

First, to get to the Aurora Borealis, you’ve got to travel to the far North. The closer you get to the Arctic Circle, the more prominent the Northern Lights are. For the sunsets, all you’ve got to do is come to Costa Rica.

Second, because it’s the far North, you’ve got to wear layers upon layers just to stay warm. It’s cold!

Here, in Costa Rica, I usually wear nothing but a tank top and running shorts, only throwing on shoes when I’ve got to go somewhere.

Go ahead and keep your layers, when I’m through writing this, I taking off my tank top and going for a swim.

Third, you’ve got to look up towards the sky to see The Northern Lights. Even though it’s lovely, who needs that neck-strain? Seriously.

I’m in Villas de San Buenas de Osa in the Southern Zone, and all one has to do is look straight towards the Pacific Ocean beyond the horizon.

There’s no Daylight Savings Time in Costa Rica like there is in The States, screwing up Americans emotionally and mentally for days and weeks on end.

This is why you always make sure you’re outside at 4:30pm every day all year long, and you can stand or walk or sit in a chair and just look straight ahead to where the sun’s setting. No neck-strain.

This leads to the fourth reason. The Aurora Borealis is up in the sky, beyond your reach. A Costa Rica Sunset envelops you. You watch the sun set, then at 4:45, almost 5, you look around you as the entire country turns into gold.
There’s a sheen everywhere. Everybody’s skin is glowing, including yours.

The incredible light, the soft golden hue is reflecting in all the vegetation, the mountains, the jungle, reflecting back against the houses, and you can walk around letting the light embrace you, or spin around like when you were a kid in a field. You are part of this natural wonder. It’s of the Earth, the air and sky. You don’t need to look upwards but around, or rather straight-ahead and side-to-side. You are inside the Costa Rica sunset from your bare feet to the top of your head.

If you are a spiritual person you will see and feel your God. This may be true regarding the Aurora Borealis but it’s different when you are inside your God, and can feel and see God all around you, not just up in the sky.

And lastly, if you are an artistic person, like myself, and we each have an art inside us, the sunsets of Costa Rica will make you want to create art.

Mine has always been the written word, but each sunset I experience, inspires me to go beyond words, enabling me to draw, to paint, and even take photographs than I ever have before.

Your skin will never look better than it will during a Costa Rican sunset, so take lots of pictures and nobody will need to tell you to smile because you’ll already be there.

The Northern Lights certainly inspired artists, folksinger Nick Drake wrote beautiful songs about it but when you’re inside a Costa Rican sunset, if makes everybody feel like an artist and you’ll feel like a piece of art for just being there.

My name is Ezekiel Tyrus. People call me Zeke. I am the gatekeeper to Paradise. Come see me.